Do you feel left out,
Do you experience a love drought,
Waiting on the freeway,
After darkness, is the sunlight’s first ray.
Even if you take the wrong path, it’s fine,
Trust me, you are still mine,
The blade never cut the root of our love,
Your first gaze – a piercing light still prevails in my soul.
For you are my world,
Revolving around you, I’m your moon.